I was seven months pregnant, broke, and barely holding it together when I saw him for the first time—the poor old man with tired eyes, hunched shoulders, and a scruffy dog pressed close to his leg as if it were the only thing anchoring him to this world.
It had been a long, exhausting day already. My back ached constantly, I was out of breath from simply walking across the parking lot, and the grocery list in my hand looked more like a cruel joke than something achievable with the few bills I had left in my wallet.
